Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We hit the Johnson's annual Christmas bash. It's a kids' party, but trust me, the presents are top-notch." Bill raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A kids' party? Molly, are you serious? We're not exactly Santa's little helpers." "Exactly! That's the beauty of it. No one expects us to crash a children's party. We blend in, grab the loot, and be out before they finish singing 'Jingle Bells.'" "Blend in? How? We don't exactly fit the Santa suit mold." Molly smirked, pulling out two elf hats from her bag. "We improvise. You be the clumsy elf, I'll be the ditsy elf. We mingle, we misdirect, we make off with the goods." Bill chuckled, putting on the hat. "Clumsy and ditsy, huh? You sure you can handle that?" "Bill, I once convinced a security guard the Mona Lisa was a selfie. I think I can handle a few kids and their parents." "Alright, Molly. You're on. But if I end up on a 'Naughty' list, I'm blaming you." Molly laughed, patting his shoulder. "Deal. Now, let's go steal some Christmas cheer."